Monday, March 03, 2008

meeting a stranger We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger. from T. S. Eliot's The Cocktail Party This happened to me yesterday. In the morning, I was one person. And by the afternoon, I was in a completely different frame of mind. I attribute this particular transformation to listening to an especially resonating new Abraham cd on the way to work, and to recent energy transfusions I've been exchanging with a particular person. I was blissed out and sure of the universe's love for me on a level that I've visited only a few times, briefly. I could see the next logical steps to take on several projects, and I could feel limiting beliefs dissolving away. This session lasted a few hours. Thoughts and realizations zinged across the sky of my mind like so many falling stars and shooting comets, and with as much stunning pyrotechnics. Never mind that Target doesn't carry the underwear that I wanted to buy anymore. Never mind that several locations of Cost Plus are closing in my area. I was unperturbed in my blissmongering. Right here is where, in the past, I would have begun grasping at the vapors of this experience to try to make it stay, last as long as possible, duplicate it, bottle it. Not this time. I know that it will be back, and it will be better when it does, just like this one was. When peace of mind opens up its arms and takes you...

Deb Schanilec

Connected and Committed relationship transformation strategist.

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